He had on one of those little bikini suits and his cock, while still contained by it, looked like it was about to burst out. I also saw they weren’t...alone in the room.By the fireplace, we have a wingback chair which the girls call the “head chair,” I have seen it used and been in it many times. Not surprisingly, there was Char, still in her bikini, on her knees giving some head to another ripped guy who was totally nude. From my view, I could her head bobbing up and down on his ample cock. He. I didn't have to worry about long hair. My Allie hair was no longer than the hair I'd been wearing on my regular head - though it was both thicker and softer. I grabbed a dollop of Cathy's shampoo and lathered up. Then I squirted out some liquid body soap and got to work on the rest of me. Just the feel of the water on my body was different. Everywhere I was smoother, softer, and about a dozen times more sensitive than normal. When my breasts went under the spray, I actually had to turn away. I heard her gasp as my thumbs and first fingers pinched and twisted both nipples at the same time. She raised her head to me and I brought my lips down onto hers. My tongue pushing into her mouth as I lay in the bath with my eyes closed, my middle finger pushed deep inside me, curled around, stroking the sensitive pad inside me.I pressed my feet against the end of the bath, giving myself some leverage as I ground my fingers deeper inside me. My thoughts returned to the receptionist. In my mind,. And I’d just proven her right beyond any shadow of doubt. I had no idea what do to, but I’d have another day to think about it. Less than fifteen minutes after the phone call, I sat down with a heavy heart to a plate of bacon, eggs, and a bagel.“Aren’t you usually up early, Steve?” Joe asked.“Yeah, but I didn’t sleep too well last night. Maybe it was the strange hotel room.”He gave me a quizzical look, but didn’t press the issue. It dawned on me that he probably knew Becky hadn’t come to.